No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, ...

It has to be a thin world surely if you ask for an emblem at every turn, if you cannot see bees arcing and mining the soft decaying gala...

Tonight a shooting star kissed my lips Its bright spark shone in my eyes reflecting love from the lover in me My face could not ...

Every face carries the strife it possesses, and people wear these like masks to hide the inside of their colour. You'll see them some...

Neil, you were six weeks dead when I was born, the last hours of 1982. Almost thirty years have gone by since then. Driving through Wh...